The Face

Insecure face
screaming in pain
Some layered pretense
hiding the age
The door is right there
but the eyes dart elsewhere

Wide open
Eyes that see rejection

Laughing at the face
They speak words
as sharp as blades
leaving the ears hurt

Now the face is covered in blood
Eyes wide open
Welcoming the incoming flood
of horror and pleasure

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